In the mirrored sky of this historical plane, twisted stars and blurred constellations flickered with bubbles that sparkled in every color but red.
And red—it was in the light.
The crimson aurora surged, as if locked in battle with the vibrant spectrum!
In this play of light and shadow, the Aurora Immortal Lord and that ancient hand drew ever closer.
Witnessing this, Xu Qing suddenly recalled the demon king he had seen in the second realm…
Everything in the sky was somewhat similar to the second realm.
As for the space-time door that was standing on the ruined land, it was also flickering.
However, the light wasn't colorful. There was only black and white.
Hence, it looked like a door but also like a mirror.
Just like what he saw in the first realm.
A wisp of comprehension spread out like ripples in Xu Qing's consciousness.
